Female Muscle Growth Stories Novels & Stories

folding her body inward until she seemed to shrink down to half her normal size like she wanted to disappear completely into me. This was becoming my favorite thing in the entire world. I never wanted it to stop. Harper being small, vulnerable, safe in my big body. I had spent every single day of the last six years working out like a man possessed, building muscle until my body was bigger, stronger than it had ever been in my life... going to the gym every night, lifting weights until my muscles were screaming, burning with pain, punching heavy bags until my knuckles were split open, bleeding, doing absolutely anything I could think of to stop my brain from obsessing about her for even five

I don't have much time to wonder about it, though, as my eyes fall on another woman, who is lifting weights beside her bed like it’s foreplay. Yeah. They don’t do blowouts and winged eyeliner here. Except maybe the one cubicle where four girls lie on a single bed, clearly gossiping. From what I can see, I’m surrounded by A-grade warriors. All the women here are either incredibly toned or full-out muscled. But I learned long ago that muscle only means so much when it comes to an actual fight. My speed and agility have won many sparring matches against way bigger opponents. Even without the crazy beast inside my head going all superstrength.

He shoved a chip in his mouth and noisily chewed. At my other side, Nalanie was practically inhaling her sandwich. She caught me staring. “Long workout this morning,” she said between bites. I glanced at Aya, then back at Nalanie. Two very different body types but both had toned arms that spoke of hours in the gym. I would love to look that fit. For most of my twenties, on the run, I’d been practically gaunt. It wasn’t until Garrick and the regular, deKaelennt meals that he paid for, that my curves started to fill out. After my ordeal and a week of near starvation, I was gaining back some of what I’d lost. But I wanted muscle—strength. Like these women had.

Not bulky. Maybe even better than the anatomy lab's prize specimen. Nora's mind wandered. If she had time to work out, she'd love to build up her lower body. A stronger core and legs would make those long hours under the lead apron less punishing. But muscle growth was testosterone-driven. Women had one-sixteenth the testosterone of men. Building thighs like Adrian's was almost impossible. Half of that would be good enough. The warmth of his body seeped through the silk-blend fabric into her palm.

“You grew! Like you went through puberty! Damn! I cannot even belive you have boobs now and your hips are so asymmetrical and defined. Your shape got out.” “I know right? I was also shocked about how my body grew in like what-three months? And i added almost ten extra kilograms.” She had a light smile on her face and she was boasting but in a good way. “You look absolutely beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than any other woman i have seen.” “Okay, now you are just teasing me.” She bumped her fist on my shoulder and i moaned out a fake scream. “I am not teasing you. I can never tease you. I am being goddamn serious. Do you know how many guys would be flocking your messages because of their

It was probably the latter; it would be too insensitive if he was still seeing another woman other than his mate. In the past few days, I can see the improvement in my body. I can feel the muscles in my thighs and shoulders getting leaner and firmer. My stamina is also getting better; I can now swim for about four hours without stopping. The water current in the river makes my body stronger. I can’t help but feel happy now that all the hard work is paying off.

The sensation ebbed after a few minutes, leaving her shaky and sweating. She did not touch that plant again. Her body began to change. The soft layer of kitchen-fed roundness she’d carried—a thin padding over bones—melted away. Her clothes hung looser. Her face grew sharper in the reflection of still pools: cheekbones more pronounced, eyes larger. Her muscles, though aching, hardened. She climbed more. Jumped more. Swung herself over fallen trunks and dragged herself up steep inclines by her hands. Her hands bled.

She shut them closed, after a while and gulped down. “No!” She yelled and pushed me away. “You have no rights to do this!” I didn't even flinch at her weak push. That was indeed the difference between a man who frequented the gym and a woman who had never lifted a weight all her life. I chuckled at her, pitifully. I knew this was torture, but it gave me some maniacal pleasure. She was powerless, defenseless and vulnerable.

I have taken to keeping a protein bar or something else small on me at all times, just in case. We have also gotten back to some semblance of training. I have shifted more in the last couple weeks than I have in the last year. My wolf loves it and I love feeling stronger as she grows in strength and size. I am still shifting and changing physically too. In the seven months I have been here, I have leaned out even more, but I’m not necessarily getting smaller. I have packed on about fifteen pounds of muscle on my tiny frame and most of my muscles are defined even in a relaxed state. Oliver would be happy with my progress, he always said I was too small.

Although they were all students of the weakling class, she was obviously the weakest among them all! Christin was complaining while recording the results of their physical test. "We were training so hard like this every day. Why are the changes in your data so small? Is it because you all did not give your best during the training and were slacking off?" Natasha immediately argued, "No, we were really giving our best. The parts of our body where you asked us to exert force would always be sore." Miley also nodded quickly and chimed in, "I guess it's because it's not as easy for a woman to grow muscles as a man. Actually, I think it's already good enough as long as there are improvements. Aft